Zenone, page 7
“Argh,” he cried out.
His orgasm had his body bowing up off the bed as his seed barreled up the length of his cock and burst from the tip. Willow swallowed his release down, not letting go of his cock until his body relaxed back down onto the mattress.
When he began to soften, she eased back, licking his skin clean as she went. Pulling off, she then dropped down and kissed his ball sack before crawling up the bed and collapsing beside him with a bright smile on her face. “Hi, Daddy.”
Zeno couldn’t help but smile. His kitten looked so happy with herself, he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by scolding her for touching him without permission. “Hello, kitten. How was your nap?”
She blinked and her smile slowly faded. “It was good until…”
“Until?”
“I had a bad dream. But I woke up and was here with you and not back there, so it went away. You were still sleeping, and I wanted to wake you up, but didn’t want you growly, so I thought of a better way. I did good waking you up, didn’t I?”
Zeno chuckled as he pulled her up to brush a kiss on her lips before cuddling her close to his side. “Yes, Willow, you woke me up just fine. And I give you permission to wake me up that way anytime you like.”
“Yay!” Willow cheered as she snuggled into his side. “So, now that we’re awake, what are we going to do until dinner with your family?”
Zeno stroked a hand across her chest, stopping to fondle her breasts and gently flick at the pink nipples that peaked the mounds. Her breathing stuttered and began to grow faster and heavier. He then stroked down the middle of her body to cup her mound. He wasn’t surprised to find her pussy was wet and wide open, ready and eager for him.
“Oh, I think we can think of something to do,” he said before rolling them and settling between her thighs.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist as he used one hand to fit the head of his cock at her entrance. Pushing straight in, he didn’t stop until he was balls deep and could sink no further into her body. Her legs tightened when he went to move back again.
Lifting his upper body on arms that wanted to crush her to him, he grinned down at her. “Relax your legs, sweetheart. I want to love you.”
“Love me?” she repeated.
Leaning down, he kissed her until they were both breathing hard. Finally breaking the kiss and lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes. “Yes, kitten, love you. It may be too soon, but you’re it for me. You are the Little girl I want to share my bed, my home, my life with. I don’t want you leaving. I don’t want you looking at another man. I want you here with me so I can love on you, take care of you, and help you become fully Little.”
As he spoke, he continued moving slowly in and out of her drenched pussy. He watched her so closely, he didn’t miss the flash of uncertainty as he finished his statement.
“What is it, kitten?”
“I’m not sure I’m a real Little. At least not Little like in the books I’ve read. Those women wore diapers and drank bottles and I don’t see myself doing any of those things.”
“Okay, so you’re not an infant, but trust me, kitten, you are Little. So, maybe you’re a coloring book, rainbow and unicorn collecting, Lego building, peanut butter and gummy bear eating Little. Does that sound more like you?”
Her head moving up and down his chest gave him the proof that they were at least in the same book, if not on the exact same page.
“Being Little isn’t a one size fits all kind of thing. Just like all of BDSM, each person, each couple, makes their relationship what they want. While we will be putting together a nursery for you in that room through that door”—Zeno pointed to a closed door next to the open closet door—“we won’t buy you a crib. Maybe a daybed for naps or for those times you don’t want to sleep with Daddy in his bed.”
That earned him a frown. “But Daddy, I thought I’d always sleep with you.”
“And I hope you always will. But I’m a realist and I know there will be times when you’ll want a break, or I’ve spanked you and put you to bed in there because you need a night alone to think about the things you did wrong. But if you sleep in there more than two nights in a row we’ll be sitting down and having a long talk to reassess things. Okay?”
Willow stared at the door for a long time, her face serious and intent before she finally turned to look up at him. “That does make sense. Okay, I’ll have a nursery for naps. Now, would you please get back to loving on me, Daddy?”
Zeno laughed at her snarky, demanding, curious tone. Moving his hips, he began to fuck her in earnest, moving fast and hard and not stopping even after she cried out his name as she came hard.
He eased up, moving slowly as she came down slightly from her orgasm before ramping things back up again. This time when she fell over the edge into her orgasm, he relaxed his willpower and followed. When his cock remained hard and throbbing, even after coming twice, he knew what he needed to do.
Pulling from her core, he reached down and collected their combined juices on two fingers before moving back and spreading them over the puckered hole of her anus. He eased one finger through the tight muscle and fucked it in and out until she relaxed. Pulling it so just the tip remained, he added a second finger. Scissoring his fingers gently as he moved them in and out, when she was ready, he added a third finger and continued the process of stretching her.
“I’ve come in your mouth and your pretty pussy. Are you ready for me to take your ass and make you totally mine?” he asked, his voice deep and dark as he brushed kisses over her shoulder and up the side of her neck.
“Mmmm, yes, please,” Willow answered softly. “Please, fuck my ass, Daddy.”
“Up on your hands and knees,” he said as he eased his finger from her back hole.
As she scrambled into position, he quickly gloved up and spread additional lube over the condom. Then he moved behind her and gently eased the head of his cock through the tight muscles. Slowly working back and forth, he took his time working his cock in to the root. Once he was fully embedded in her dark channel, he stilled to give her time to adjust.
“You’re mine now, kitten. Completely mine,” he murmured in her ear before licking the lobe and then nibbling on it.
“Yours, Daddy.”
She surprised him by starting to rock back and forth, fucking herself on his cock. Instead of trying to stop her, he held still, allowing her to set the pace this time. Since he’d come twice already, he thought it would take awhile before he could come again.
But then Willow surprised him and squeezed her muscles as she moved off his cock, loosening them slightly when she slid back on. Looking down at the back of her head and long, slim back, Zeno felt his orgasm spiral closer, which shocked him.
Shifting his weight to one arm, he wrapped the other around her hip. He began to play with her clit, determined to drive her to orgasm at least once more before he came. At the first stroke between her labial lips, she gasped and began moving faster on his cock.
“Mmmm, kitten, you feel so damn good wrapped around my cock,” he said as his hips began to move in counterpoint to hers.
Willow moaned her response as she began to move even faster. Sweat slicked their bodies as they worked together to drive themselves toward orgasm. When she came, Willow screamed and her ass clamped down tight, which tripped Zeno’s trigger and he came with a roar.
It took several minutes of trying not to collapse before he was able to extricate himself and move to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Willow was sprawled across the bed, her eyes closed.
While he wanted nothing more than to join her in another nap, a glance at the clock told him they needed to clean up and dress for dinner with his family.
“Come on, Little girl, we’d better get moving or Nonna will be swatting us both with her wooden spoon for being late for dinner,” he said as he threw back the covers and pulled her along as he climbed out of bed.
Chapter Ten
A week later, while Zeno met with a friend about a job, Willow broke out her camera and took some pictures. She and Zeno had visited the various family businesses, and while she was impressed with all of them, she had no interest in working in them. She wanted to rebuild a business similar to the one she’d shut down instead of allowing her ex to steal it from her.
She had not talked to Zeno about her idea because she didn’t want him to feel he had to talk her up to his family. She wanted to build her photography and graphic design business by herself. She didn’t want her man building her business for her, which was what had happened the last time.
Walking along the road that ran in front of the restaurant, motorcycle sales and service business, and Annie’s craft shop, she stopped and took several pictures. She waved to Cara and Annie, who stepped out onto the porch and tried to entice her inside. Instead of joining them, she took several pictures before moving on.
In front of the motorcycle shop, Willow stopped just beside the driveway to take a few more pictures. She heard a car stop behind her, but didn’t bother to turn around. Her brain was focused on her art, and not how a driver was bothered by her standing at the edge of the driveway.
She gasped when something pricked her neck. In the next moment, she felt weak and her vision grayed. Someone grabbed her from behind.
“I told you, bitch, you’d never get away from me no matter how far you ran,” a familiar voice hissed in her ear as she began to collapse and someone grabbed her from behind.
She pulled in a breath to scream for help, but before she could, her brain turned off and everything went dark.
* * * *
Annie watched Willow, wondering what the woman was doing. She had shared that she was a photographer and graphic designer, but why was she taking pictures of the businesses?
As she watched, a car pulled over behind her and a man got out. Before Annie could react, the man grabbed Willow and jabbed something in her neck. In the next instant, Willow went limp, the man caught her, and put her in the back of his car.
Pulling out her phone, she sent a text through the group text about what had just happened.
Once that was done, she ran toward the garage where Max was working. She met him at his motorcycle just as he was climbing on the big, powerful machine.
“Which way?”
She pointed. “Gray four-door. Looked like a car from the airport rental agency. She’s in the back seat. Should I call the cops?”
Max shook his head before taking off. “We’ll get her back.”
By the time Max pulled onto the highway, Laz joined him from the restaurant next door. The two raced off and were out of sight in seconds. A moment later, a third motorcycle and Nonno’s SUV roared through the open gates of the compound, barely pausing at the road before following the others.
* * * *
Though his phone had been buzzing nearly constantly for the last few minutes, Zeno waited until he was out of the building before pulling it out and swiping the screen. As soon as he scanned the numerous messages sent, first by Annie and then by Nonna, he ran to his bike. In seconds, he roared onto the highway and immediately cranked the engine until he was weaving through traffic that seemed determined to slow him down.
It didn’t take too long before he’d caught up with his cousins, who had surrounded a gray sedan. Slowing his bike, Zeno took his place behind the sedan just as the others forced the car to exit the highway.
Once on the frontage road, they continued in formation with the grandparents following in their SUV until they reached a large parking lot in front of an abandoned building. Zeno was surprised the car pulled in and parked, until he saw Max, who had been riding on the driver’s side, holding a gun on the driver.
Once they had the car stopped, Zeno climbed off his bike and raced to join the others at the driver’s door. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“Not sure, except this guy did something to Willow to make her collapse, and he stuffed her in the back of his car and took off. Annie saw the whole thing,” Max said.
Rage like nothing he’d ever felt before roared to life as Zeno turned to the driver, who wasn’t even looking at them. He was staring straight ahead, his hands still wrapped around the steering wheel. It was obvious he was going to try and leave without giving up his passenger.
“Open up,” Zeno said, knocking on the window.
“Fuck, no,” the stranger in a Carolina Hurricanes baseball cap responded. “She’s my bitch of a wife and I’ll never give her up and I don’t care what papers she’s filed with the courts.”
“Well, that answers who the asshole is,” Laz said.
“So, what do we do now?” Nico asked, still wearing the white lab coat he wore when treating his four-legged patients.
“Stand back, boys.”
Zeno turned and then stepped back to allow Nonno to step up to the window. The old man had a crowbar in one hand and a steely look in his eyes. He tapped on the window with the crowbar. “Unlock the doors, boy, or I’ll be forced to damage your pretty little car.”
Though Zeno and his cousins all had what society considered to be upstanding mostly white collar jobs, they had been raised by a first generation Italian who had survived WWII and then emigrated to the U.S. and started a motorcycle club that to this day was still whispered about with awe at Sturgis and other biker gatherings.
The others might not wear a one percent patch on their vests, but thanks to his years as a Navy SEAL, he had seen more than his share of death and destruction, even causing some himself, though he planned to never talk about that side of his life. But Nonno was wearing his vest, and the one percent patch was prominently displayed on his shoulder.
Zeno watched as the man’s fingers clenched the steering wheel so tight his fingers went white. He then turned his head and looked at Nonno for a long minute and a half. When he saw the patches on Nonno’s vest, he grew pale before cursing and reaching for the automatic door lock switch.
Nonno stepped back and let Nico, Max, and Laz pull the man from the driver’s seat. Zeno turned his attention to the back door and left Willow’s asshole ex to his family. Though considered the laidback Santi boy, Laz was also the most protective of the family, and more than willing to jump into a fight to protect those he cared about. And though Willow was new to the family, she was family.
Opening the back door, he took in Willow’s unconscious form lying across the seat. “Oh, kitten,” he whispered as he pulled her out of the car and lifted her into his arms.
“Put her in the SUV and take her to the medico,” Nonno said. “I’ll ride your bike back.”
“Are you sure you’re up to that?” Zeno asked as the man walked beside him to where Nonna watched from the passenger’s seat.
“Boy, the day I can’t get on a motorcycle and ride a few miles is the day you’d better shoot me and put me in the ground,” the elderly man said with a grumbly thread of anger in his tone as he opened the door.
“Yes, Nonno,” Zeno said as he laid Willow across the back seat. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “We’ll get you home soon, kitten.”
As he closed the back door, Nico approached, holding out a vial. “This is what he gave her. It’s not dangerous. She’ll wake up in a couple hours with what feels like a hangover. Give her water, painkillers, and some caffeine and she should be fine.”
“Thanks, cuz. What are you going to do with him?” Zeno nodded toward the man who was leaning against the side of the car with Max and Laz talking softly to him.
“Well, since he’s already pissed himself, we thought we’d give him a taste of his own medicine before taking him on a tour of the dark side of Austin.” Nico gave an evil grin. “Apparently Max has a couple friends who can see the man disappears and never shows his face in Georgetown again.”
Though he wished he could speak privately with the man for a few minutes, Zeno nodded his approval for their plan. He needed to get his woman home and cared for.
“Go, Zenone. We’ll deal with this.” Nonno patted his shoulder and handed him the crowbar. “Give this to Nonna. She knows where it goes.”
Smirking at the thought that his 93-year-old grandmother had a crowbar hidden in her car, Zeno climbed into the driver’s seat.
“The boys dealing with it?” Nonna asked as she took the heavy iron bar from him and slid it into a holder under the dashboard in front of her.
“Yes, ma’am,” Zeno said as he started the engine. “They’re dealing with the fottuto stronzo and making sure he won’t bother Willow ever again.”
Nonna nodded. “Good. Take us back to my house so we can take care of your Little girl.”
* * * *
“But how did he find me?” Willow asked that evening, once she’d recovered from her ex-husband’s drug assault. The family had gathered at the grandparents’ for takeout from the restaurant so everyone could see that Willow was indeed recovered from the sedative her ex had given her.
“I asked him that,” Laz answered when the others blinked at the question. “Apparently he put a microtracker inside your camera. Said he knew no matter what happened, you wouldn’t leave your camera behind. It only worked when the camera was turned on, so he didn’t know where you were until the other day when you turned it on and took pictures of the Littles’ tea party. He’s been in the area since the day after and has been hanging around, waiting for you to be outside the fence and alone so he could snatch you.”
Willow sighed and shook her head. “Does this mean I’m not safe outside the compound? How am I supposed to get a job and work if I can’t leave?”
Max, Nico, and Laz exchanged a grin before looking at Zeno, who shrugged.
“You don’t have to worry about him coming back,” Max said, looking viciously smug. “I doubt he’ll be able to get back into the country any time soon, much less this part of Texas. And if he does, we’ll deal with him on a more permanent basis.”
“What does that even mean?” Willow asked, looking around the room. The men refused to meet her gaze, and the women all looked as confused as she felt. Except for Nonna.
